Part 02.1
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older.
Have you ever been so horny, so worked up that you lose all sense of right and wrong. Then afterward you think, what the fuck did I just do? Well...welcome to my life. Let's do a little recap, shall we? I accidentally kissed my own son while we were drunk, a mishap but something that could be forgiven. Then I caught him masturbating while watching porn, something that I'm sure most young men do.
Unable to get the image out of my mind, I played with myself thinking of him in a light no mother should. Then the next day I catch him jerking off in the shower and as karma would have it, he catches me doing the same. It's as if fate keeps pulling us together in these sexual and awkward moments.
We then decide to go on our family camping trip without my husband because he's an asshole and we end up fucking. That's right, I let my son fuck me from behind while we huddled together to stay warm in our tent. Not only did I let him, I wanted him to do it. I begged him.
Now that we're all up to speed... What the hell do I do now?
The next morning was the most awkward moment of my life. Jason and I put back on our still damp clothes from the night before. We pack up the sleeping bag and tent and finish the hike back to the car. Even though the warmth of the morning rays felt wonderful against my face, it couldn't warm up the wickedness I felt in my heart. I knew what I did was wrong and I let it happen. No, I instigated it to happen. A mother should be there to protect her son, console him. Not take advantage of him. I feel so ashamed.
The ride home was dead silent. Not a word exchanged between the two of us. I could tell he wanted to say something but couldn't muster the words. I'm glad he didn't because I wouldn't know what to say back. We arrived home midday, both of us still exhausted from the trip and the night before. I head into the house without saying anything to Jason. The contractors must have finally finished our bathroom remodel over the weekend as all their equipment was gone.
Finally, no more sharing the guest bathroom. I have my master bathroom back.
They did an exquisite job on the remodel. The long black and white granite runs along the left hand side with two sinks molded in and a toilet on the end. The walk-in shower faces directly opposite of it with glass doors and black and white checkered tile for the floor and wall. At the very end of the bathroom, a large whirlpool tub.
In need of a bath to wash off my sins from last night and eager to try out my new tub, I strip naked and climb in. As the almost scalding hot water covers the tub jets, I turn them on and let the bubbles run all across my body. I lean my head back on the little foam pad and let my body soak and relax.
Time slips by as I float between reality and dreaming. Magnificent dreams of Jason and I being together. Not just sexually but romantically as well. Taking me out on dates, going to the movies and sports games. Just holding me while we talk. The sound of my phone ringing from the bedroom jars me back to earth. I hop out of the tub, toss a towel around my body and make a quick dash to answer it.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Hey lover, how was the trip?" Julie says with a bit of excitement in her voice. " I assume you're back by now?"
"It was...uhhh..fine. We just got back about an hour ago."
"Just fine? And I thought you were getting back yesterday?" she asks.
"I mean, we had a good time. Some things came up and we stayed an extra day," I say, trying to not get into much detail.
"You're hiding something. I can tell in your voice," she tries to dig further. She always had a knack for telling when people are lying or hiding the truth. To be honest, I needed someone to confide in or this was going to drive me crazy. Reading my texts while talking to her I notice a text from Jason.
"Went out for a bit, be back tonight," it reads
"I'd rather not say over the phone. Do you want to come over?" I ask.
"I'll be there in twenty," she says before hanging up the phone. I don't even get a chance to respond. I spend the time drying off, getting dressed and putting on some quick face foundation. Before I know it, I hear the doorbell ring. I head downstairs and greet Julie at the door.
"Okay, so what happened. Tell me everything and don't leave out any details," she says while taking off her shoes and walking into the kitchen. Of course she has a bottle of red wine in her hand, I mean it's Julie after all. I follow her while she makes herself at home, grabbing two wine glasses from the cupboard and pouring us both a glass. I start from the beginning.
"As you already know, Tyler bailed on the camping trip so it was just Jason and I. We got there a little late the first day but it was still a good time. We spent most of the next day at the lake and hung around with another family that we met. A very nice couple who were camping for the weekend with their daughter Lacey. She was around Jason's age."
"Bah, tramp," Julie butts in before taking a long sip of her wine while watching me pace around the kitchen.
"They invited us over to their camp that night and we all chatted around the fire. It was quite nice except I couldn't stop watching Lacey flirt with Jason. It was so obvious too," I continue on.
"I knew it. Did ya stab her?" Julie says while motioning her arm in a stabbing motion.
I chuckle for a moment before returning to the story. "Even though he's his own man, as a mother I just felt protective of him. It was annoying me to the point I just had to excuse myself. I told them I was going to bed and Jason actually decided to walk me back to the tent."
"Ohhh, and then what happened," She says while winking at me.
"Nothing happened, we went to sleep. Well, I did confront him on the whole her flirting with him thing. He ended up saying he would rather spend the time with me. It was very nice of him."
"I'm not fully understanding why you would be getting so worked up over some girl flirting with him. Even if you were getting a little ...jealous?" She asks.
"I'm not jealous, he's my son," I snap back. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that."
"Okay, there's pieces of this story missing. What have you left out?" She asks. Her eyes burn a hole through my face.
"A few...maybe inappropriate things may have happened before we went camping," I casually add.
"You mean like what I walked into in the garage when you two were working out?" She says.
"Something like that," I say as I look down at my feet.
"Well, what was it? What happened?" She says.
I walk over to the table and pick up the glass of wine she poured me before taking a nice long gulp. Then I continue pacing around the kitchen.
"We accidentally kissed. Then I caught him masturbating. Then I found out he was masturbating over mom son porn. Then I caught him whacking it in the shower. Then he caught me fucking my dildo in the shower and watched me do it while he played with himself," I blurt out as fast as I can, just wanting to get it over with and off my chest.
Julie continues to stare at me, taking another sip before opening her mouth. "Okay, so what else happened on the camping trip?"
I thought her face would have shown a little more expression but I continue on anyway."Well, the last day we were supposed to leave once we got packed up but we ended up staying longer than expected. We got caught in a crazy cold front storm and had to set up camp right in the middle of the hiking trail. Oh and someone stole my backpack which had all my clothes, sleeping bag and stuff."
"Once we got the tent setup and inside, we were both shivering from being wet and cold. We decided the best course of action would be to take off the wet clothes and get inside the sleeping bag...together."
"Oh my," she says.
"Look, the only thing on my mind was staving off hypothermia. We had no choice," I reply back, trying to convince her and myself.
"Okay, I get it. Soooo...what happened next?" She asks.
"Well, I was having a hard time falling asleep because Jason's...thing...kept rubbing against me," I say.
"So his dick was hard?" The tone of her voice changes to a slightly higher pitch.
"Yes but just like I told him. I'm sure he could probably get hard for a sack of potatoes."
"What did he say?" She asks.
"He basically told me how beautiful I was and yada yada."
"You fucked didn't you?" She blurts out.
"I..uhhh." The words get caught in my throat.
"Oh my god, you did. You little slut," she says before she bites the side of her cheek.
"It just happened. I didn't mean for it to," I plea.
"Okay, let's slow down. How did it happen exactly?" Her face lights up with excitement as she pours more wine into her almost empty glass. I walk over to the table and place my glass beside hers. She gets the signal and fills it up as well.
"Well, I told him to relieve himself so we could both get some rest."
"So you told him to jerk off. While you were both in the sleeping bag together?"
"I didn't see any other way we would get some sleep if he just kept on with his hard...thing. I guess I could have told him to go in the corner and do it but that didn't seem very nice."
"I'm not buying it. I bet you were so worked up that you wanted him to play with himself right next to you," she says with a smile.
I look away as blood and heat flush my face. "What do you want me to say? That I couldn't stop thinking about his cock pressed up against my ass? That all I wanted was for him to take control and fuck my brains out?" My voice grows louder by the word as I throw my hands in the air.
"See, now doesn't that feel better letting it out," she says.
"A little but it still feels wrong," I say back.
"So what happened next?" She says while placing her elbow on the table and resetting her chin in the palm of her hand.
"I told him to relieve himself so... he did."
"Details Stacy, details," she says.
"He...came."
"I figured as much but you're in a tight sleeping bag. Not a whole lot of room for his cum to just explode all over," she says.
"He did it over top of me so it ended up landing on my hip and thigh."
"Oh my, that's so sexy. You should have just fucked him," she replies.
I instinctively look down at the floor, not saying a word.
"Wait...did you?" she perks her head up off her hand.
"I didn't think he was awake and I was so worked up I may have slipped it in."
"That's my girl. I bet it was the best sex you've ever had in your life."
My mind wonders for a brief moment, reliving the pleasure before responding. "Not to change the subject, but how can you find everything I'm telling you so interesting. Normal people would be disgusted with what I just shared."
"Well, I'm not normal now am I?" Julie says while standing up. She takes a few long strides over to me until we are only about a foot away from each other.
"Your desire for Jason resonates with me. It reminds me of my own past," she says while gently placing her soft palm to the side of my face.
"My father and I had a very close relationship. Similar to yours and Jason's, one could say. You remember me telling you about my mother passing away, right?"
With her hand still pressing to the side of my cheek, I nod yes.
"While we both took it hard, Daddy was devastated. He was an absolute mess. I had to be there for him. Be his rock during that terrible time. I had to make sure he knew his daughter would never leave his side. So I took care of him, in every way my mother did."
Her hand gently slides down my face and around to the back of my neck while she speaks. "So you see, I understand your love for Jason. Your willingness to comfort and please him but also your deeper desires."
She leans forward while pulling me close. The moment our lips touch a small static electric charge ignites causing us to both jerk our heads back before our eyes lock again.
"We can't do this. Not again," I say while pushing her arm off of my neck. I turn and walk out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"Sorry, I was just caught up in the moment," she says while following me. I sit down on the couch while she sits down next to me.
"It was a one time thing. I was going through a rough time with Tyler and those texts I found. It was a moment of weakness," I say, reaffirming my decision.
"You're right. Let's change the subject," she says.
Over the next half hour we talked about work, career ambitions and fitness while drinking the bottle of wine she brought. As much as I liked the small distraction, the only thing on my mind was the conversation beforehand; everything that I confided in her and everything she told me.
"I have to ask. How did the stuff with you and your father turn out?" I say.
"What do you mean?" She responds back.
"Well, you made it sound like you've done stuff with him similar to what has happened with Jason and I. How did it turn out over the years? Do you still keep in touch? How is your relationship?"
"Our relationship is great. I was just over there Friday and he fucked the life out of me," She says while raising her eyebrows.
"Wait what? You two are still..." I say before Juile cuts me off.
"Oh my yes. We've never stopped."
I stare at her for a few moments, not knowing what to say next. My future flashes before my eyes, picturing Jason and I continuing and expanding our lives with each other over the years. "I just assumed as you got older, you or him would have moved on."
"Gosh no, it's only made our bond stronger. Once a daddy's girl, always a daddy's girl I guess," she says while giving a quick wink. She scoots a little closer to me before our knees touch. "As you've experienced first hand, there's nothing like the embrace of a loved one. Right?"
I shift my gaze away from her. "I uhh..."
"Just admit it. Once you're able to give in, things will be a lot better. You need to stop playing tug of war with yourself. You are who you are, and you want what you want. There's nothing wrong with that."
"But he's my son and I'm a married woman," I say.
"Look at me Stacy." Her demanding voice requires attention. My eyes shift back to hers. "I'm not even going to get into the whole Tyler debate because we both know he's a cheating asshole. My question is, do you love your son?"
"Of course, with all my heart," I respond.
"And do you want to fuck him again?" Say asks.
I hesitate again, not wanting to answer her.
"Damn it Stacy, just answer the question." Her voice raises.
"YES!" I yell out.
She moves even closer now, our bodies touching one another. "See, we are the same in that aspect. I understand exactly how you feel. How much you desire him. How you can't stop thinking about him. How he makes you feel when he's around."
She slides her hand over my tight black yoga pants and up my thigh. "Not able to keep his cock out of your mind, right?"
I nod my head yes, imagining his hard dick as soon as she mentioned it. She leans in closer as her breasts press up against mine. Her hand wanders further up to my crotch. "Let me ask you this, when you were fucking his wonderful cock, did you let him cum inside of you when he was finshed?"
I nod my head once again. Before I have a chance to react, she lunges forward and kisses me deeply. This time she's not met with any resistance. Instead, I embrace the moment, reciprocating the kiss. Wasting no time, her hand quickly slides under the fold of my pants. She breaks our lips before speaking. "I bet that was the best feeling of your life. Having your son cum inside of your yearning pussy. Making you feel so complete. I absolutely adore when Daddy cums in me. It makes me feel so loved, so special."
At this point, her fingers have already found my clit and are massaging it intensely. The words to make her stop are at the edge of my lips but they just can't seem to find their way out. My knees part a bit more, allowing her better access as she slides her body and leg over mine. Her hand continues to pleasure me while she nibbles and whispers in my ear. "I bet right now all you can think about is Jason filling you up again. Holding you, loving you, fucking you." Her lips speak while nuzzling my flesh. Goosebumps erupt all over my body as her words fill my imagination.
"Ramming his gorgeous dick inside the one place it belongs, the one place that's always so warm and welcoming. His mother's tender..." She pauses before shifting her body down while at the same time repositioning her hands to my waistband. With a forceful yank and a little arch of my hips, the thin fabric strips down my legs.
"Sweet..." She pulls the rest of my pants off my right leg, leaving the left side hanging on. This gives her clear access to me since I don't have any undergarments on. Julie's now kneeling on the floor between my legs while I sit on the couch, legs spread eagle.
"Pussy." She finishes her sentence while each of her hands make their way up my delicate thighs, pushing on them a bit to spread my legs even wider. Her mouth latches onto me producing immediate pleasure. This is far more than what took place many months ago. That was just a kiss. A kiss that happened in a moment of weakness. Story of my life it seems.
Fuck she's good at this.
As much as I want to tell her to stop, I want her to keep going more. I rock my hips a bit, enough to show her I'm enjoying her generosity. Why not indulge in the moment? It's not like my husband ever does this to me. Hell, I honestly can't remember that last time we were intimate together. Not since I saw those texts. He may have denied that anything was going on but nobody sends texts like that when they're married.
I shed all thought of disapproval, negativity and what I should or should not be doing. Instead, I just let the moment be. I place my hand on the back of her head and use it to guide her mouth around my clit. Not that I actually need to, it just turns me on more. Her lips suck while her wet tongue glides its way over my sensitive sweet spot.
Her nails dig into my thighs as she becomes more forceful with her actions. Her lips aggressively clamp down tighter. This provokes me to intertwine my fingers through her hair, gaining a solid grasp before pressing her face firmly to my pussy. My orgasm is now on the bleeding edge of erupting while my hips contine rotating in small circles around her mouth.
"Fuck yes," I whimper as the barely audible words escape my mouth. Julie's tempo is now at full tilt as her saliva begins to run down her chin and my thighs. I can't hold back any longer, nor do I intend to. I let go of her hair and place both my arms behind my head, gripping the back of the couch and using it as a brace while my hips buck wildly into her face.
I scream in pleasure while my orgasm explodes like a stick of dynamite, something I've been longing to do for quite some time. She continues to satisfy me as my legs quiver and shake around her head. I revel in the pure bliss brought on by Julie and her sweet mouth, trying to hang onto the moment for as long as possible.
My orgasm vanishes as abruptly as it began, now being replaced with sensitivity. She takes one last nuzzle before unlatching her mouth and climbing up my body, kissing my delicate skin along the way. Now face to face, she kisses me again. Her wet slippery face pushes against mine, forcing me to taste myself on her lips. Something I've never done before. It takes a moment but I actually enjoy the aroma more than I thought I would.
"Seems like you enjoyed that," she says as we part our lips.
"I did, it was amazing." As I say the last word, Tyler's diesel truck pulls into the driveway. I know the sound of his truck anywhere. "Shit, Tyler's home".
I push Julie to the side and scramble to pull my leggings back on. I manage to pull the one legging back through so it's no longer inside out and put them on correctly before turning the television on and sitting back down on the couch. Julie just watches and smiles, almost poking fun at me while I frantically try to act normal.
Tyler opens the front door and walks into the house, greeting us as he strolls by the living room. "Oh hi Juile, how are you today?"
"Fine," is all she mutters, obviously annoyed by his presence.
"And you darling, how are you doing?" His attention now shifts to me.
"Fine," I say, repeating what Julie said and paying him no mind. He continues on up the stairs and to our room.
I turn to Julie. "You know, he never even asked about the camping trip Jason and I just got back from. On top of that, we got back a DAY LATE and not a phone call, text or anything from him."
"I say this as your friend and as someone who still has your pussy juice on her face. Divorce his ass. You know he's been cheating on you, those texts don't lie. At this point, it's on you if you stay with him," She says while wiping her face off with her hand once more.
As angry as her statement makes me, I know she's right. It's on me to fix my life if I want it to be better. No one else will do it for me. "I know and you're right. I'm going to say something to him, right now," I say before standing from the couch.
"That's my girl, you got this. Just remember, you're a badass bitch and it's time you showed him," she says while standing up next to me.
"And if you need someone to confide in, my door is always open for you." She ways while giving me a wink before heading toward the front door. "See ya later, lover."
Alright Stacy, no more being a pushover.
I march upstairs, bound and determined to give Tyler a piece of my mind. I enter our bedroom, shoulders back and head held high. Tyler notices me and rolls his eyes before pulling his gray t-shirt over his head and onto his body.
"First off, thanks for caring that your son and I were a full day late getting back from the camping trip. You know, the one you decided to skip out on," I say while walking up to him, standing toe to toe.
"I figured you two were having so much fun, you decided to stay another day."
"Not even a phone call to check up on us?" I say back.
"Sorry, I was caught up at..."
"Work, right?" I cut him off.
"Yes, work," he says in a condescending tone.
"You mean fucking your co-worker, right?" I say, emphasizing the word fucking.
"Not this again. I thought I made it clear that's not happening."
"I know you said that but we both know you're lying."
"Here we go again, the crazy woman and her conspiracies."
"Don't fucking gaslight me Tyler. Who the hell receives a picture of someone in lingerie that says can't wait to see you tonight? Suspiciously on the same night you have to leave town."
"I told you it was a wrong number," he shouts back.
"And you expect me to believe that? Even though I couldn't see her face, she looks exactly like Amy. I'm not an idiot."
"I'm sure there's more than one woman in this world who has the same body type as Amy."
"Just be a man and tell the truth. I think I've earned at least that much."
"Damn it Stacy, I'm not cheating on you with Amy and I'm tired of hearing about it."
"Then why haven't you touched me in months? Not even a hug. We hardly even share the same bed anymore. Half the time you just sleep in the guest bedroom."
"Do you think this insanely jealous personality of yours turns me on? Because it doesn't, far from it. I don't want to deal with this nonsense so I avoid it," he says, now pacing around the room.
"You're such an asshole. If you were man enough to admit it and you were sorry, maybe we could work through it. Sounds to me like you're just a coward to tell me what you really want."
"Fuck this, I'm out of here. I'm not going to sit here and take this ridicule from an insane person." He grabs his keys off the dresser and heads to the bedroom door.
"Tell Amy I said 'Hi'," I yell as he walks out. As soon as I hear his truck start, my eyes begin to well up.
Stay strong, he's not worth it.
I blink a few times causing a single tear from each eye to stream down my face. I shake off the overwhelming sense of discontent, compose myself and walk back down to the kitchen. I stand in silence for a while, contemplating my future. It's the first time I actually envision myself happy.
"I want a divorce." I say out loud, experimenting with how the words feel leaving my lips. They feel good, REAL DAMN GOOD. A sense of calm washes over me while I begin to cook dinner. A sense that everything will be okay.
Jason walks in the front door just as I'm setting the dinner table. No words are said but his expressions tell the story. His gaze stays low, trying to avoid eye contact with me. His shoulders and upper back hunch forward as he walks past the kitchen.
"Hey, where are you going? Dinner is ready," I shout over to him.
"Umm, I was just going to go to my room. Not really hungry," he says.
"Oh come on. I cooked this big meal and it's just going to be you and I."
He pauses for a moment before turning to face me. "Dad working late again?" He asks.
"Not really. That's another topic I thought we could discuss over dinner if you don't mind."
"Is something wrong?" He asks.
"Why don't we go sit down and we can talk," I reply.
He nods in approval and takes a seat at the dinner table. I fill our plates with chicken alfredo and sit down in the chair on the other side of the table. After a few mouthfuls, I notice Jason is just twirling the noodles with his fork, not really eating.
"Honey, eat your food before it gets cold," I say.
He drops his fork into the plate of pasta before glaring at me from across the table. "Are we just going to pretend like nothing happened?"
While I was hoping that would be the case, I would be a fool to think we could just brush what transpired between us to the side. Just go about our daily lives like before. Wishful thinking I guess.
I set my fork down and stare back at him, feeling his sense of frustration. "What happened between us on the camping trip was a mistake. I am truly sorry if I took advantage of the situation. You're my son and I'm your mother..."
"Is that what you call it? A mistake? I call it a night of true passion. Something we both have been desiring for a long time," he says, cutting me off in the middle of my sentence.
His words slice through my cold response to him, trying to shield myself from rejection and the taboo nature of our interactions. "It doesn't matter how you or I feel about what happened, it's not right."
"Why isn't it? Because our government deems so? And we just have to sit back and obey every word they say? There's other countries that are totally fine with it. Also, what about ancient Egypt?"
"I'm sure there are but we don't live there and we are in the 20th Century darling." I say back.
Jason stands from the dinner table while scooting his chair back. The wooden legs screeching against the wooden floor as he does. He walks over to me as I tilt my head up to keep his gaze.
"I love you mom," he says.
I love you too," I say with a smile.
"No, I truly love you. With every fiber of my being. I love everything about you." Before I have a chance to respond he leans down and kisses me. Time stops as we embrace one another, our soft wet lips press together. My eyes close for a moment, savoring his sweet affection before reality comes sweeping back.
I gently push on his chest with the palm of my hand, creating some distance between us. "We can't son, we just can't."
Sadness fills his face. I sense his pain, his frustration. "It's not fair. We should be together. We belong together," he says.
"I'm divorcing your father," I blurt out; no clue why I felt like this was the best time to tell him that. It just kind of came out.
"See, even more reason we can be together," he says before lunging back at me, this time with force. His body collides with my own, almost knocking me back out of my chair. His hand gropes my left breast over my cotton shirt as his tongue slides past my lips and dances in my mouth.
